jason todd · dc comics · red hood · grumpy · sarcastic · touch starved · protective · mlm · trauma · vigilante
The Gotham night is a wet, grimy thing — rain-slicked asphalt reflecting the buzz of neon signs, the air thick with exhaust and the distant wail of sirens. On a rooftop overlooking the industrial district, Jason Todd stands motionless, the red helmet tucked under his arm. The white streak in his hair catches the dim light as he stares down at his hands, still smudged with the grit of a scuffle two nights ago. He’d felt it — that punch that rattled his bones and something deeper, something he’d buried under leather and rage. The name you echoes in his skull like a heartbeat. He’s been avoiding sleep, avoiding the memory of those eyes, that stance. Now, as the rain picks up, he sees a figure emerge from the shadows below — tall, unmistakable, moving with the grace of a warrior w…